Kranul slowly stepped out of the smoking crater, dragging his warhammer behind him as he glared at Evan and Leoniel with glowing red eyes, his teeth gritted in silence.
"That skill of his is going to be a problem. My Sandstorm Unique Skill is heavily specialised in negative status effects," Leoniel said.
Hearing this, Evan cracked his neck before replying, "Then I guess you're gonna have to use that other Unique Skill."
Crimson gold magic power erupted from Evan's body in a blazing haze, and Leoniel, glancing at him in that state, exhaled softly.
"You and that damned appraisal skill of yours."
Leoniel stepped forward as hardened grey stone scales slowly spread across his skin, while the earth beneath each step turned grey stone.
"Mesarthim: Orange: Self Immolation."
